I woke up at 6 after not quite enough sleep and just didn’t want to get out of bed. I finally got up when my husband showed at 7.30. There was breakfast. I did not eat Hefezopf but instead my usual muesli. I knew I would need to be well-nourished for the day ahead. Here is a picture of it anyway.
We started working at 8.30 and went back to the electrical sanders. We worked like mad with only minimal breaks and managed to finish the machine-sanding until noon. And this is how the balcony looked afterwards:
So we took our lunch break and ate leftovers:
Perfect white wine to go with fried spaghetti with eggs, bacon, cheese and hot ketchup. Classy.
We started working again at 2.30- I knew that my husband wanted to do more sanding, this time by hand, but was a little shocked at how thorough he wanted to be. This is something we often have different opinions about, by the way.
So we sanded. And swept the dust off the cardboard we had put on the balcony floor, and sanded some more. My mood became a little sour at that point because I had been hoping to start painting at maybe four o’clock. I became so cranky that my husband sent me away to take an extended break while he would finish the sanding on his own.
The fact that everything was taking so long was not the only thing souring my mood, the other thing was that apparently I’m not strong enough to sand efficiently by hand. I sand and sand and sand with all my might and in the end the wood looks exactly as before. I find that rather frustrating.
While I was taking a break I finished reading a novel, ate my first piece of Hefezopf, got a message from the boy about his return trip tomorrow afternoon and another one from my mother.
At five I changed into dusty work clothes again, swept the cardboard again and the porch and put the sanders away into the garage and vacuumed part of the balcony floor and swept the balcony itself, you know, as one does.
My husband had promised me that we would start painting at six which I found uncomfortably late. But we were both completely determined to get the primer on. We both are really set on getting Tuesday off. And once the primer is on rain won’t be a catastrophic event anymore.
We painted and painted after that, my husband painting everything twice because he thinks that’s better for the wood, me painting everything just once but thoroughly because I think if you want to paint with primer twice it would be much better to actually do it once a day for two days in a row, and that a thicker coat of primer doesn’t really help anything.
By eight I couldn’t find anything more to paint because I don’t do ladders. Which is rather unfortunate if you’re working on a balcony. My poor husband has to do all the ladder-work by himself. He continued working for half an hour more while I was taking a much-needed shower.
I started writing this post, wrote in my journal, read a bit and turned the lights out.
Today there will be more painting, this time with white. I’m thinking we might do the Easter pie after all. There will be Easter breakfast with the Hefezopf and eggs.
And we might get Tuesday off after all.